Tuesday, 5 April 2016

The Witching Hour

It's the middle of the night and I'm wide awake. I've tried to sleep, but my mind is racing so it's just hopeless really.

But it's okay, because just a few miles away I know that two of my girlfriends are also wide awake. The wonders of modern technology and group Whatsapp conversations means that we can share Pinterest-worthy quotes and make fun of each other even when it seems the rest of the world is, sensibly, asleep. 

Call me a dreamer, or a Carrie Bradshaw obsessive, but I often sit at night, sometimes by candle light, and look out of my window at the stars. You can't help but wonder who else is looking at the same stars at the same time. Tonight it feels like two of my closest friends are, and that is solace indeed. 

I'm not sure why sleep is thus far eluding me tonight - maybe it's the butterflies I've had in my tummy for days now that just won't settle, or more likely the coffee I naively drank at 8pm. Either way, unlike so many times before, this doesn't feel like a lonely night. It feels quiet, calm and reflective and somehow, oddly, almost magical.